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Now a visitor from somewhere right outside this Mundane Ball	A
Do not ask me where he came from for that point's not clear at all	A
For he might have been an angel or he might have come from Mars	B
Or from any of the other of the fixed or unfixed stars	B
As regards his mental make up he was much like you or me	C
And he toured about the country just to see what he could see	C
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Well this superhuman person was of most inquiring mind	D
And 'twas noted from his questions he was very far from blind	D
And the striking thing about him was his stern compelling eye	E
That demanded Truth ungarbled when he paused for a reply	E
And despite the mental wriggles of the folk he interviewed	F
When they placed the Truth before him she was ab so lutely nude	F
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At our Civilised Society he stared in some amaze	G
As he muttered his equivalent for 'Gosh ' or 'Spare me days '	-
For our cherished modes and customs knocked him sideways so to speak	H
'To solve ' said he 'this mystery now whither shall I seek	H
For a sane and sound solution I must question those on high '	-
Said this extra mundane being with the stern compelling eye	E
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Now his methods were intelligent I confess	I
For he started with our Politics religion and the Press	I
Thus he read a morning paper through intently ev'ry leaf	J
Then hied him out to interview the editor in chief	J
'They say that Truth lives in a well ' he muttered as he went	K
'But her well is not an inkwell I will lay my last lone cent '	-
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It chanced he found the editor unguarded and alone	L
At the office of the paper 'twas the MORNING MEGAPHONE	L
'Now I take it ' said the visitor 'you represent the Press	I
That great Public Educator ' And the pressman murmured 'Yes '	-
'Yet in yesterday's edition I perceived a glaring lie	E
How's this ' He fixed the pressman with his stern compelling eye	E
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Then the editor he stammered and the editor he 'hemmed'	K
And muttered things like 'Gracious me ' and likewise 'Well I'm demned '	-
But the lady Truth came tripping all undressed and unashamed	K
'Oh I own it ' cried the editor 'But how can I be blamed	K
There's our blighted advertisers and our readers Spare my grief	J
But we've got to please the public ' moaned the editor in chief	J
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'Now to interview a statesman and consider his reply '	-
Said this strange Select Committee with the stern compelling eye	E
And the Honorable Member for Mud Flat he chanced to find	K
In a noble Spring street building of a most palatial kind	K
And the Honorable Member viewed his visitor with awe	M
For he surely had the most compelling eye you ever saw	N
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'Now then tell me ' said the visitor 'you are a man of State	K
And you blither on the platform of this Nation grand and great	K
Of this noble Land's great destiny I've heard you talking hard	K
But whene'er it comes to voting it's the 'claims' of your back yard	K
Do you represent the Nation as you often say you do	K
Or a hen roost or a cow yard or a parish pump or two '	-
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Then the politician stuttered and the politician stared	K
But to voice his patriotic platitudes he felt too scared	K
For the lady Truth insisted and he blurted 'It's the Votes	O
You must blame the dashed electors when you see us turn our coats	O
Our constituents control us You must please remember that	K
And we've got to please the public ' whined the Member for Mud Flat	K
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'Now to look into religion ' said the visitor 'I'm told	K
I may get much information from a Wowser of the Fold '	-
And he sought him out a Wowser of the very sternest breed	K
'Sweet Charity they tell me is the keynote of your creed	K
And of mercy for the sinner and of succor for the weak	H
From the pulpit on a Sunday I have often heard you speak	H
Yet Charity is turned to Spite and Scorn becomes your creed	K
When they speak of giving bounty to weak Magadalene in need '	-
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Then the Wowser hesitated and the Wowser rolled his eyes	P
And sought in vain to call to mind some Wowserish replies	P
But the lady truth came peeping and the Wowser cried 'O Lor '	-
And he hastily drew the blind and softly closed the door	Q
'She is naked ' gasped the Wowser 'Oh where are the hussy's clothes	R
If my dear brethren saw me now Oh what do you suppose '	-
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'The Truth ' exclaimed the querist with the stern compelling eye	E
''Tis my flock ' exclaimed the Wowser 'Oh I cannot tell a lie	E
My flock of virgins sour and chaste and matrons undeceived	K
They would hound me from the pulpit if I said what I believed	K
I dot on notoriety The Truth it must be told	K
Oh I've got to please my public ' moaned the Wowser of the Fold	K
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'Now this Public I must nail it ' said the queer Inquisitor	S
''Tis the favor of this mighty god they all seem eager for	Q
And they always strive to please him and his sentiments express	I
In their Parliaments and Pulpits and their organs of the Press	I
And I'll get a sure solution if I hvae the luck to meet	K
What is this he's called the Man or Bloque or Fellow in the Street '	-
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A Fellow in the Street was found and typical was he	C
An eager hunter of the thing that men call s d	C
He wore a strained expression on his features dull and flat	K
Also bifurcated coat tails and a little hard round hat	K
His talk was mainly platitutdes when it wasn't shop or horse	T
And he had some fixed opinions and a bank account of course	T
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'Now then tell me ' said the visitant 'What are you private views	U
On you Politics Religion and the Sheet that gives you news	U
I have heard a lot about you and a deal I'd like to know	V
Of why you work and what you think and where you hope to go	V
I feel assured that I shall find the Truth in your reply '	-
And he fixed the foolish Fellow with his stern compelling eye	E
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The Fellow hemmed and hawed a bit the Fellow looked about	K
And the lady Truth smiled sweetly while he murmured as in doubt	K
'Well re al ly my views upon those things I can't express	I
You must ask our Politicians and the Parsons and the Press	I
But as for me well candidly you've got me off my beat	K
For I don't know much about it ' said the Fellow in the Street	K
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''Tis the Circle ' cried the visitor ''Tis the same old crazy game	W
Right through the trackless Milky Way to there from whence I came	W
The Earth is round the Moon is round and Jupitre and Mars	B
Their orbit's all and Saturn's rings and countless million stars	B
All throughout the constellations I have journeyed to and fro	V
But ev'rything goes round and round no matter where I go	V
All the Universe is circles All one tantalising twirl	X
Oh is there nothing straight or square in all this cosmic whirl	X
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And with these strange and cryptic words the Being fled afar	Y
Back to his native hiding place his fixed or unfixed star	Y
Some say his name was 'Reason ' other hold 'twas 'Intellect'	K
But as for me I have no views to voice in that respect	K
His motives seemed mysterious I know not how nor why	E
I only know he had a stern and most compelling eye	E

Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis

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